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The joy of The Allman Brothers Band performing live …

‘Lord I Was Born a Rambling Man’ – I must make an unconditional statement. The Allman Brothers Band brings me sheer joy with their music. The joy they radiate with their music is contagious! The uploader has disabled the ’embed’ option for this video, but you can watch the video when you click on play and follow the video’s direction. Listen to this beautiful performance …

Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man

My father was a gambler down in Georgia
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rollin’ down highway forty-one

Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man

I’m on my way to New Orleans this mornin’
I’m leavin’ out of Nashville, Tennessee
They’re always having a good time down on the bayou
Lord, them Delta women think the world of me

Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man

The smile of a child

In the center of the street, under the street lamp
Sits an old face, with the same old story
Balancing two beautiful kids on his knees
Barefoot, one nibbles at the cap of an empty bottle
Their little innocent faces streaked with concern
I ask them for food, their hungry eyes say it all
They remain happily oblivious of the future
The faces tell me, they hardly need anything at all!
No craving for shoes to prevent cuts
Or food to quench the empty feeling in the guts
I smile at them – they smile back
Their big eyes twinkle
And I find myself smiling
At the strange peace these children radiate
I wonder how they do it?
Present such happy faces?
I am wondrous at the optimistic air?
They have nothing, I have it all! Why then?
I guess what they have is a clean heart
I ask them if they could just lend me one?
They are confused, they smile again
Grin shyly, take the food and trot away
The old head shakes his head knowingly, as if on cue
“Son, I had asked them once too”
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